Description
Life can be so cruel most of the times... The moment a new being is formed into this world, their fates and future are sealed just by the rotening words of their "opinions" and "advices". No matter how much work are done, no matter how much efforts are put on the things that are believed in as a future, it would simply just drawn back in. A continuous loop, one circled loop of endless torture, like needles that never stop sewing a worn out fabric. Perfection is always virtue in this time of age, yet what is there to be so perfect about when all a person can do is follow what people always think is "perfect" No matter how scares can continuously heal themselves through time, the damage will last in a more longer time. Or can it really? Life is cruel to all of us after all...
Prologue
